Words are blades
Sharpened in the wild fires of untamed tongues
They cut deep through the floors of the Atlantic
And the surface of its waters bleed blood over its blues
Words are Hot Tea in the Colds of Alaska
Soothing to the weakest soul
Calming to the stranded heart
A glue in the dome of shattered worlds
When we see words like picture effects
We realize that we are endowed with an extraordinary power
The power to heal or the power to slay
The power to build or the power to shatter
James 3:5-6
Favour Emeakama
October 26, 2017
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